Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Maureen Dowd
"I sautéed myself in Sarahville last week."
"I wandered through the Wal-Mart, which seemed almost as large as Wasilla, a town that is a soulless strip mall without sidewalks set beside a soulful mountain and lake."
"Wal-Mart has all the doodads that Sarah must need in her career as a sportsman — Remingtons and 'torture tested' riflescopes, game bags for caribou, machines that imitate rabbits and young deer and coyotes to draw your quarry in so you can shoot it, and machines to squish cows into beef jerky."
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